Hannah didn't have to wait long before Samantha returned with a couple of bath towels.“Here you go, get yourself dry and warm yourself up, I see you... are cold!”Samantha smiled and wrapped her towel around herself and sat down at the kitchen table, “There's still some more wine left,” she said.Hannah sat opposite Samantha and let her pour her another glass of the refreshing liquid. The alcohol had started to take effect.Samantha smiled, she slowly rose to her feet and took Hannah by the hand and. Toh aunty ne bola ki mere gand me nikal do. Kyu ki mai koi precaution use nahi kar raha tha.Guys uske baad hum dono nude ek sath baath room me nahane chale gay aur shower lete lete fir se maine aunty ko choda. Aur fir hum dono ek dusre ko hug karke so gaye.Agle din aunt subah jaldi uth gayi thi aur mere liye kitchen me nasta bana rahi thi. Mai picche se kitchen me jakar aunty ko hug karne laga toh aunty ne bola, “Rahul kya kar rahe ho? Abhi nahi abhi mijhe kaam karne do.” But mai kaha maane. "He got up to leave, and then said, "If you feel like making things gofaster, you can get undressed by yourself - take off as much as you'recomfortable with."As he left I thought to myself, 'Could he have meant that seriously, "Ihope not too short for you to be comfortable with"? He should know thatI'll be uncomfortable with ANYTHING that's even a little short!'From the living room I could hear Mom's nervous laughing again. She seemedto be getting more and more afraid. When Randy came back into. I had already guessed why Henry wouldn’t be doing it – a middle-aged women moves into the duplex next door, she’s got a teenager with her, but no dad? Obviously, she drove her husband away by being a helpless and clingy ditz, and by gaining twenty pounds since their wedding day. (Just a wild guess.) ‘Henry ran off with a younger woman,’ she said, looking away. That’s when it hit me: I’m a judgmental asshole. I hate Christmas. I hate kids. I hate middle-aged women who don’t stay in shape. Do I.